Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 79 of 84
10-Story Detective Magazine, April 1946 — page 79: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This is a **story prose page with advertisements**—specifically page 77 of what appears to be a pulp fiction magazine titled "Hitchhike to a Hangnoose." The left column contains narrative text describing a character named Joe running from pursuing hounds and a posse after apparently committing a crime. The prose emphasizes his exhaustion and mounting fear as the dogs close in. The right side features **period advertisements** for electrical appliance repair training, songwriting opportunities, a sterling silver photo ring, and what appears to be a medical treatment ("D.E.O."). The story text uses vivid, dramatic language typical of pulp crime or adventure fiction, though the exact genre and full plot remain unclear from this excerpt alone.
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——— ——— HITCHHIKE TO A HANGNOOSE coat. He ripped off his striped jacket to give his chest and his arms more free- dom of motion, . Behind him the baying of the hounds had taken on an urgent inflection, a strident blood-chilling clamor, as if the dogs knew they were closing in on their quarry. Joe put his head down and started to run, just as Dale had predicted. He ran directly up that flat macadam roadbed, sighting on the tiny red dot of that fast disappearing tail light. He ran effortlessly, with the graceful gait of a trained distance runner, breath- _ing carefully between his teeth, for he knew that tonight his life might depend on the skill a canny old coach had leng ago taught him. Go up a tree and they'll gun you down from a. distance. They're not takin’ chances. Plug the minute they throw @ light on you... You know how it is with mastiffis, Them purps dowt fool, if they ever catch up with the sucker they're sicked on! | He could hear the dogs gaining. He had gone probably half a mile. His lungs were a cauldron of molton metal. His legs were turning to dead weight beneath him. And still the nerve-wracking clamor of dogs and men inexorably shortened that gap between them. He saw the piercing beam of search- light lance up the road behind him, The posse had crossed his trail on the road, then. He heard a hoarse, excited voice yelling, ‘‘Damn fool’s high tailin’ it down the macadam, Let’s turn a pair of them dawgs loose, Tiny. I’m about tuckered.” Joe ran harder, After a moment, he heard the throaty voice of a pair of those hounds coming ahead of the main bunch, The dirty devils! They had turned two dogs loose! _ Stark terror drove him. He had never ‘known such a elutching dread as he felt in this moment. The dogs would rip him to shreds, inflamed by the scent of Dale’s trousers on him. Sweat rolled in great globules down his forehead, stinging his eyes. He squinted into the bleak darkness ahead. Where in the devil had the car got to? Had he failed to completely trip Phil’s gim- mick? Had Dale discovered the trick, reopened the gas line, and driven on, he asked himself sickly. He had tried to envision Dale’s reac- Please mention Aca Fierion Gnovr when 77 (HERES AWEW AND VITAL BUSINESS: f - On types. to charge on the basis of $5.00:to $6.00 an hour} No Previous Experience easy to understand ————— plus drawings and graphs, how to each repair on refrigerators, vacuum cleaners, ee HS fane, —_ ete. Explains and gives you a working nowledge of build the power tools you need and how to wolile and Keep business coming to you. Not a theory gape an honest to goodness practical course written used by re pairmen the — ONGS PUBLISHED MONTHLY, ADVANCE ROYALTY. Send yous TE ee ee writing to subsctihers. Don’t miss this opportunity. HOLLYWOOD TUNESHITHS 153% sie, wise (C@ AA